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A    TRIHI'TK     TO 


THE  SOUTH  CAROLINA  RE(JIMENT, 


IN  TIIF. 


WAR  WITH  MKXICO 


BV  W.  <;ir.MOR£  SIMMS,  KAQ. 


CHARLESTON,  8.  C. 

JOHN  I.US3ELL.236  KIN<;  STREET. 
1348. 


Harvard  College  library 
PER  24  1914 

faff* 


J.  B.  XIXON,  PRINTER ; 

No-  48  BROAD  STREET. 


ADVERTISEMENT. 


TIIKRF,  Hongs  arc  almost  improvviaatlons,  the  outpour- 
in««  of  n  full  heart,  exulting  in  the  valor  and  the  worth, 
and  lamenting  the  misfortunes  and  losses,  of  the  gallant 
regiment,  whoso  ettroei  thoy  Htnik  lo  honor,  Many  of 
them  wero  written  at  the  moment  when  tho  event  which 
they  record,  first  reached  the  ears  of  the  writer.  They 
limy  be  rude,  bul  lhe>  m«  wnmti«t  i  tho  lyro  a!  iho 
poet  mny  he  want  inn,  1  ml  the  feeling,  which  it  flOUght 
to  declare,  can  iufier  from  no  such  reproach. 


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Harvard  Colh, 

F~R  2 !  f 

Gratia, 


LAYS   OP   THE   PALMETTO. 


TNI:  WELCOME  or  CAROLINA  TO 
I'ALMirrro  REGIMENT. 


VVr.u  OMF.,  thrir<»  wolcomo,  mrn  of  tho  Palmetto  ! 
Your  country  rings  out  welcome  from  thn  uteeploH 
Our  canooa  epcakfl  your  welcome,  with  our  voices, 
Ami  our  full  hearts. 


\V«  look  with  j>rido  upon  your  little  squadron, 
With  prido  that  woops  while  voicing  your  full  triumphu, 
Our  tcar«?  flow  iVerly  for  yo»ir  pciiohM  numlwrs, 
The  brave  who  fell  ! 

in. 

Green  l>e  their  honors  in  our  proudest  annul  H, 
Green  be  y«»ur  troplaofl  in  all  changing  fleaaon^ 
Freahon'd  by  I^ove,  that  ntill  records  your  valor, 
\mong  our  first. 


IV. 

Wo  watch  your  first  fell  passage  with  the  foeman— • 
When  your  light  legions,  through  the  Mcxic  lancet, 
First  bore  the  gay  green  banner  of  our  people, 
At  Vera  Cruz. 


Wo  follow  with  sad  eyes  your  weary  inarching 
O'er  plains  of  sand,  to  conquer  Alvanvdo, 
While  the  dread  Sun,  still  shooting  tMlest  arrows, 
Troubled  your  host. 


VI. 

\  our  painful  torin  of  weariness  and  walling 
Maddeit'd  to  hour  the  strile  ut  Cerru  (iordo, 
While  v«  wore  mink  with  sickneuH,  nloxv  recruiting 
,  but  wuuU. 


Then  do  we  see  yo  inarching  on  Pueblo, — 
It  yiclda — it  gives  no  trophy  to  your  valor, 
Taxing  your  }mticnco  only,  your  forbearance, 
And  not  your  xtrcngth. 


VIII. 

Hut  noon  the  signal  avlktl  ye  to  Contreras— 
Then  do  wo  see  yo  Hiniiing,  darting  onward, 
Wherever  foe  man  waited,  or  trump  summon'd. 
Your  souls  to  strife. 


IX. 

How  swept  ye  to  the  nght  at  Churubusco, 
How  mow'd  ye  down  the  legions  of  Valencia, 
How  drove,  and  crush'd,  and  captured,  tho  foul  traitors, 
That  joined  our  foe. 

x, 

There  saw  ye  sink  our  Butler — there,  anothert 
The  gallant  Dickir.son,  too  quickly  followed, 
Both,  at  the  hend  of  your  advancing  columns, 
Slain  'neath  your  eyes. — 

XI. 

Ye  wept,  but  quailed  not ;   saddened,  yc  were  strength- 

ened, 

Fiercely  to  take  sweet  vengence  on  the  legions, 

From  whoso  dread  ranks  the  fatal  missiles  issued, 

That  struck  your  brave ! 


XII. 


Oh!  not  unworthy  of  the  bright  example, 
Was  the  fierce  lead  of  Gladden,  when   ye  darted, 
Among  the  first,  o'er  walls  of  that  strong  castle, 
Chapultepec  ! 


XIII. 


Then  followed  tho  last  strife  at  La  Garita, 
The  gates  of  the  proud  city  of  tho  Aztec, 
When,  pressing  through  the  aqueducts'  great  aiches, 
Yc  won  the  priie. 


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x*v, 


rjM,  oVi-  ihc  rlty  wall*  \our  Imimrr  waving, 

I'  it  -<t,  oVr  tho  tnuiiplod  !•"'  your  warrior*  rut 

Fiixt,  with  your  .-limit  of  triumph  in  th«*  hittl 
I'iwt  in  our  hcurlH. 


WeiCOflM),  tlivir«  wolcomo,  IIM»H  of  tltn  Pulm.  ti.. 

W^'ll  huv««  ye  homo  our  luiMicr  \vith  tho  liruv 
Ami  Ittii^,  a*ul  prou'lly,  nhull  our  Country  lnmur, 

Your  il«'tMl«.   nf  tiiliM'. 


Till-:  CAM.  TO  AUMS. 


'*'»IU 


..  a->  lit  CuUI- 


CAUUI.IMAMH,  who  luhei'll 

Uijrhts  your  »irt»B  have  Inuirht  with  MO«H|, 
fcJeok  yo  now  au  oijuul  inorit, 

Hv  nil  «  «|nu!  lou-.liltii.Ml  , 

With  n  iiiuno  rofjownM  in  story, 
"VUIbi-  you,  \vlu-re  ull  uro  br«V«, 

Still  to  KiM'k  tho  heights  of  «»lory, 
Thou»U  they  unly  yield  a  grave. 


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Hark  ye,  as  ye  hear  the  clarion, — 

In  the  furrow  leave  the  plough  : 
Sons  of  Sumter,  and  of  Marion, 

Sp?ed  ye  to  the  battle  now  ; 
Ye  have  fields  of  fame  before  ye, 

Such  as  joy'd  your  pi  res  of  old  ; 
Ye  can  write  as  proud  a  story, 

>\  ith  a  stroke  as  sharp  and  bold. 

Hear  the  cry  of  Louisiana — 

•  Lo  !  our  sons  at  Monterey  ! ' 
Tennessee,  too,  waves  her  banner, 

Joyous  In  her  deeds  that  day  ; — 
Shall  they  shame  us,  Carolinians, 

While  a  past  so  proud  as  ours, 
Waves  us  on,  with  eagle  pinions, 

To  a  proof  of  eagle  powers  ! 

Never  ! — Be  the  spirit  written, 

In  each  pager  soul  and  glance  ; 
We  who  braved  Ihe  steel  of  Britain, 

Will  not  heed  the  Meiic  lance  : 
To  the  field  where  glory  beckons, 

Soaring  high  o'er  Aztec  towers : — 
He,  who  ot  the  danger  reckons, 

In  the  fight,  is  none  of  ours  ! 


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THIS  IJATIIISIUNtJ. 

Tho  spirit  of  the  Innd, 

The  mighty  cry  hath  heard  ; 
The  trumpet  <>!'  command, 

The  forest  deeps  hulh  niii'r'd  ; 
A  v«»i«M«  i«  on  ()M>  hill.,, 

And  n  voice  i^  in  thi>  vulo, 
With  a  sound  that  nothing  stills- 

**  Do  not  fail  !  " 

Btlt   it  liccds  lt<)  Vitiri-  (O  U  Ilk.' 


It  |I:M  \viltl  r«'V»'n«j;o  tt>  1akr, 

And  it  stir*  \vith  bolt  nrtd  hmnd  ; 

Not  in  MitMon  wrnth  it  cotiK^ 
Jiiki»  tho  rhinjr  of  I|H<  y\\\^ 

That  ir  summer  noontide  hum*, 
So6n  to  fail ! 

But  with  souls  that  long  have  striven, 

With  a  rising,  rousing  strength  ; 
To  whom  mighty  thoughts  are  given, 

Being  mighty  deeds  at  length  ; — 
Ye  behold  them  on  their  path, 

And  ye  may  not  doubt  the  *aie, 
That  a  people  right  in  wrath, 

Never  fail ! 


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WAR  SONG  OF  THE  PALMETTO  REGIMENT. 


Thin  nf-ng  wii  written  nnrt  j»nl.lhh»-il  wh'lt*  the  Palmetto  Rrnirnont  »n* 
»»t  it*  plnro  of  rpnilfzvrin,  nrnr  Cli.ulr«ton,  j!i«t  hrfure  U*  •lepfirttirc  for 
Mexico.  I  rcf  <l  not  rcmimt  tho  reader  how  gi  >ri<m«ly  the  Pnlntctt'i<<  t'ul- 
rtilrd  thr  pfomise  r«mtnin«ri|  in  tin-  tirnt  fr.nr  lint »  of  the  ln«  ?cr»r. 


Now,  wave  the  green  Palmetto, 

And  cheer  tho  glorious  sign, 
That  tells  of  many  a  victory, 

Your  lathers  v/on  and  mine  ; 
They  strove  and  struck  together 

And  we  will  strive  as  they, 
"While  an  arm  can  wield  a  weapon, 

And  a  foeman  fills  the  way  ! 
So  wave  the  green  Palmetto, 

Our  Carolinian  tree  ; 
Our  father*  bore  it  through  the  fight, 

And  BO,  my  boys,  shall  we  ! 

Good  limbs  of  Anglo-Norman, 

If  they'll  but  wait  the  strife, 
We'll  show  these  mongrel  Mexicans. 

Though  battling  to  the  knife  ; 
Good  blood  that,  coursing  freely, 

For  twice  two  hundred  years, 
Has  given  two  mighty  nations         ^ 

To  sway  both  hemispheres  ! 
A  keen  wing  to  the  rifle, 

A  fleet  spur  to  the  steed, 
A  shout  to  make  the  welkin  ring, 

And  we  have  done  the  deed ! 


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wave  the  green  Palmetto, 
And  when  the  fight  is  worst, 
We'll  bear  it  on,  through  strife  and  .storm. 

'Mong  churning  lines,  the  first  :,— 
We'll  think  of  ancient  vulor, 

When  fields  at  home  were  won, 
When  Marion  made  the  focman  skulk, 

And  SunuVr  made  him  run  ! — 
We'll  think  of  friends  and  brothers, 

Whose  h.-art.s  with -triumph  burn, — 
And  gentle  maids,  that  look  with  tears, 
To  welcome  our  return. 


FAREWELL   OF  THK    PALMETTO    VO! 
TEER. 


Tho  avenue  ace  of  the  member*  of  tht-  Palim-Uu 
iy  thie! "ye™*.      Yoiuh  tccking  slury,  n,ul.l«:vrini!  its^ll  »>vuy  u- 


I. 

Now,  flows  the  banner  to  the  breeze, 

Now,  sounds  the  trump  that  bids  us  go; 
The  barque  is  ready  on  the  seas, 

And  we  must  speed  to  seek  the  fi>e; 
And  never  hearts  more  proudly  yet, 

Went  forth  at  Freedom'**  trumpet  cry: 
But  ties  we  cannot  well  forget, 

Bring  tears  to  many  a  manly  eye. 


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n. 

We  do  not  weep  with  human  tears, 

With  sense  of  danger,  dark  and  dread  ; 
The  foe  shall  never  see  the  tears, 

That  fall  upon  a  sister's  head  ; 
Behind  the  cottage  door  where  Love, 

Stands  waiting  for  the  parting  kiss, — 
'Tis  there  the  deepest  pang  we  prove, 

Where  first  we  found  the  sweetest  blias. 


in. 

Ah !  thither, — when  in  fields  of  strife, 

Our  hearts  in  fancy  still  shall  fly ; 
There  still,  when  struggling  wild  for  life, 

Shall  cling  each  fondest  memory  ; 
Perchance,  even  then,  some  earnest  prayer 

Shall  crown  with  peace  our  parting  breath, 
And  still  the  sigh  of  heart  most  dear, 

•  Shall  bless  the  spirit  freed  by  death. 


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THE  MARCH  TO  ALVARADO. 


In  this  march,  which  WM  rendered  utinecewery  by  &  gallant  achi«-\t 
jncnlot   ihe  Navy,   the  sufferings  o!  tito  Palmetto  BefUneal  Wtr*   v.-r 
%»..    TothU  has  tw-eo  traced  the  tcrribh;  mortality  which  fuMn\vf«l  KM 
.   Jch  lamentably  thinned  their  rank*  bt-turu  going  Into  b^ule. 


WKARY  the  march  o'er  hot  and  stifling  plains, 

Droops  the  green  banner  in  the  silent  air  ; 
No  cooling  spring,  to  soothe  our  burning  pains, 

No  sudden  breeze,  the  languid  heart  to  choer  ; 
The  fever  swells  and  courses  in  our  veins, 

Our  comrade  faints,  who  never  yet  knew  fear  ; 
Still  we  preus  onward,  while  no  lip  complains, — 

Oh  !  for  the  strife,  the  strife  !  to  calm  this  deep  d«« 
•pair. 


ii. 

Better  the  battle  with  uncounted  foes 

Than  this  oppressive  sickness,  this  dread  weight; 
Oh  !  grief|  to  perish  thus,  without  repose, 

Sinking  along  the  way  side,  'neath  a  fate 
That  makes  an  obscure  death  the  worst  of  woes, 

And  the  poor  dying  heart  thrice  desolate  ; 
Denied  on  fields  of  strife  the  eve  to  close, 

Where  pride  and  hope  may  still  the  pangs  of  deal} 
abate. 


"OH!     SHARPER  THE   STING   !N  THE 
GRIEFS" 

On  !  sharper  the  sting  in  the  griefs  that  deplore  him, 
That  he  fell  not  in  battle  where  fame  might  be  won, 

With  the  shouts  of  his  comrades  exultingly  o'er  him, 
And  the  voice  of  his  country  proclaiming  her  son  ; 

That  with  spirit  as  eager  as  any  for  glory, 
No  bugle  sang  wild  in  his  ears  as  he  died, — 

No  drum  beat  the  conquest,  o'er  fields  black  and  gory, 

Cheering  life,  as  it  fleets,  with  a  promise  of  pride  ! 

\  • 

But  siicnt  and  sod,  with  each  image  of  sorrow, 

In  the  glooms  of  the  camp,  with  disease  at  his  heart; 
Still  vainly  he  sighs  for  the  glorious  to-morrow, 

Which  shall  see  his  brave  comrades  to  battle  depart ; 
They  \vill  rush  to  the  van  when  the  storm  cloud  is  rising, 

They  will  thrust  the  red  steel  to  the  heart  of  the  foe, 
Clamber  up  his  high  places,  his  cannon  despising, 

And  pluck  the  bright  honors  of  fame  with  each  blow. 


While  he,  on  his  lone  couch,  still  destin'd  to  languish, 

'Ncath  a  struggle  that  pleaies  not  pride  to  endure, 
Still  moans  o'er  the  though*,  full  of  bitterest  anguish, 

That  tells  him  even  death  can  no  triumph  secure  ; 
No  impulse  of  fight  the  death  agony  smothers, 

No  friends  may  exult  while  they  weep  o'er  his  name, 
And  the  country  that  shouts  o'er  the  deeds  of  his  brother*, 

Still  forgets  the  poor  victim  that  died  without  fame. 


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"OUR  PLACE  WITHIN  THE  PICTURE," 


Theae  were  the  word*  of  Col.  Butler,  in  ft  letter  to  General  \Vorto,  m. 
ploring  active  service  for  the  Palmetto  Regiment.    It  had  »H-en  their  n»» 
fortune  to  low  the  opportunity  at  Orro  Gordo,— that  buttle  havlnp  Wi» 
foufht  while  they  were  on  their  inarch  to  Alvarudo,,  or  rtmlttaf  Mt  Y«r» 

Cruz. 


uOur  place  within  tho  picture," — such  place  as  oft,  »>i 

yore, 
The  sires,  whose  names  we  cherish  still,  :n  forwar-i 

manhood  bore: 
A  thousand  hearts  of  hope  we  bear,  that  leap  to  uii 

a  fame, 
'As  bright  as  that  they  let!  to  us,  which  hallows  st'i: 

thoir  name:— " 

Give  us  our  share  of  canvas,  too,  that  when  our  chil 
dren  see, 
They'll  say,  as  we  have  felt  and  said,—."  behold  sue! 

•     sires  have  we  !  " 
Our   valor  their   inheritance — our   deeds  a  guide  t 

their's, 
Framed  in  our  nation's  pictured  life,  and  brightenin. 

still  with  years ! 


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n. 

Our  place  within  tho  picture  that  shows  our  nation's 

powers  ;  — 

Our  numbers  few,  a  little  space,  is  all  we  ask  for  ours  ; 
But  doubt  not  wo   shall  fill   it  well,  nor  faintly  show 

through  shade, 
CreuchM    in  (ho  background  basely  still  in  doubtful 

light  display'd  ; 
Our  flag  among  the  first  to  rise  when  fierce  tho  battle 


Our  shout  of  battle  first  to  shake  the  hearts  of  gather 

ing  foes  ; 
True  to  the  name  our  father's  gave,  shall  be  our  pride 

as  sons, 
With  a  bright  place  in  the  picture,  *•  near  the  flashing  of 

tho  guns." 

** 


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"WE'VE  A  RIGHT  FROM  ANCIENT  VALOR. 


It  WM  the  urgent  entreiity  of  Lt.  Col.  Dickinson,  embodied  in  the  !••• 
of  Col.  BuUer,  to  Gen.  Worth,  to  "  be  near  th-s  Hnshinr  of  the  gnns."  8mn» 
Carolina  iuif  hi  well  claim  "tho  rtglii  from  ancient  valor." 


"  WE'VE  a  right  from  ancient  valor," 

To  the  chief,  our  Hero  said, — 
To  be  first  in  ranks  oi  danger, 

When  the  fiery  bolt  is  sped  ; 
Our  soldiers  pant  for  battle, 

As  the  war  steed  when  he  hears 
The  shrill  summons  of  the  trumpet, 

And  the  cannon,  at  his  ears  ! 

The  youth  of  my  green  banner,        t 

Are  no  servile*  bought  with  gold  ; 
They'd  not  lose  the  precious  season 

For  the  India's  spoil  untold  ; 
Still  they  murmur,  gathering  round  me, — 

"  Who  is  he  that  danger  shuns  ? 
Let  us  seek  the  foe's  strong  places, 

Near  the  flashing  of  his  guns  !" 

u  They  have  rights  from  ancient  valor," 

And  will  make  those  rights  their  own ; 
They  are  children  of  the  noblest, 

To  our  forest  country  known  ; 
And  the  humblest  of  our  people, 

Still  remembering  whence  ho  came, 
Will  tight  on,  as  if  his  valor, 

Were  for  Carolina's  tame  ! 


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THE  BATTLE  OF    CONTRERAS. 


Dll»  they  fuller  <»r  fail  at  lh»» 

Tho  Hon*  whom  lo  battle  wo  sent, — 
Wlu  n  the  buglo  rung  out  for  the  mlly, 

And  the  bright  uteel  for  clunking  wa»  bonl  j— 
WhtMi  wilil  niwn  lltn  »ltrinU  nf  thr-  (lyingf 

And  uildor  tho  uliout  of  Hie  Too, — 

And  our  o\v,i  jrullnnt  HoMlvm  n-plvln^, 

Sprnng  ongi»rly  forth  to  ihc  blow  ? 

II. 

Contrern^  t>\-»n\\  n|»«'nk  for  Owl  marling, 

Wlion  tH"  blood  of  our  MOII«  llowM  n«  fi'or*, 
AsthdntmwiH  thnt  Ump  down  from  our  mountain*, 

To  a  j'\vlil^  rmlmico  with  the  §ea  ;— 
Nt»l  lht«  Hli<Mitv  nor  lh«  nhot,  nonM  nppnt  thomi— 

Nor  iho  f«hork  of  n  conflict  BO  new ,' 
Thus  lautfht,  Ihftt,  whatnVr  might  bnfnl  them, 

Thny  rnunt  still  to  their  fathers  bo  true  ! 

in. 

OH  gallant  and  faithful  n*  over,— 

We  joy  in  a  race  lhat  hat)  t*uil, 
Frtiiti  lh«  flr«l  of  our  fnrtunon  and  conquests 

Piovod  tho  worth  of  UN  virtues  and  will; 
Still  tnio  to  the  flag  floating  o'er  them, 

To  the  courage  that  came  from  Ihe  pant ; — 
They  tiled  I — bul  how  can  wo  Hrploro  thorn, 

Thu«  coni|tioring  ami  tnio  to  th«»  last  t 


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•THREE  CHEERS  FOR  SOUTH  CAROLINA.' 


At  the  Palmetto  R«-Cim«nt  was  filing  paM  General  arott,  on  iu  nay  tu  t;,« 
battle  ftHil  of  Cuurutui&co,  the  veientu  General  raUcti  his  bat  and  cried  u> 
his  St&if— '•Ueutleinca,  three  cheers  tor  South  Carolina!" 


"TiiREK  cheers  for  Carolina  !" — 

The  gallant  band  that  hears — 
Well  knows  the  mighty  chief  that  speaks,  - 

Will  never  shame  those  cheere  ; 
They  know  the  iron  storm  that  waits 

Their  eager  march  across  the  plain, 
But  they  will  brave  the  worst  of  fates, 

To  hear  that  hero's  voice  again, 
In  cheers  for  Carolina  ! 

ii. 

"Three  cheers  for  Carolina!" — 

What  tale  it  tells,  that  cry, 
Of  valor  proved  in  other  fields 

And  names  of  chiefs  that  cannot  die  ! — 
Of  blood  too  often  tried  of  yore, 

To  leave  a  doubt  that  ;hese  will  seek 
WOFMC  rields  than  valor  knew  before, 

That  Fame  shall  still  as  proudly  speak,. 
In  cheers  for  Carolina ! 


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CHURUBUSCO. 

r. 
;  MRorr;n  the  gloomy  night  wo  watch 'd  while  the  rain 

\\IIH    lulling   last, 
And  wo  crouch M  without  a  shelter  in  our  dreary 

liivniiick  ; 
\Vlber  song  nor  supper  cheer'd  us,  and  our  blanket*, 

from  tho  blast, 

Were  n  rover  ijuito  a*  idle  as  against  the  foe's  attack  ; 
ii;ix  our  hearts  were  full  of  fire  and   we  panted  for  the 

dawn, 
When  the  struggle  of  Contreras  should  determine  of 

the  day; 
\nd  our  eyes  at  midnight   straining,   though   the  light 

was  wholly  gone, 

Still  show'd  the  crowded  heights  where  Valencia'* 
squadrons  lay. 

n. 
The  daylight  found  us  wakeful  with  our  toilets  ready 

made, 
And,  though  we  knew  it  not,  with  the  )»eds  for  many 

spread  ; 
With  the   cartridge  driven  home,  we  unsheathed  the 

eager  blade, 
And  were  soon  abroad  where  shrilly  flew  tho  bullets 

round  our  head. 

We  too  had  shot  to  send,  and  well  lessoned  in  the  play, 
By  the  practice  of  our  boyhood,  in  the  old  Palmetto 

State. 

Each  bullet  had  its  mission,  and  It  speeded  on  its  way, 
Seldom  needing  second  messenger  to  do  tho  work  of 
fate.. 


S3 

Mi. 

Our  gaiiw  was  quickly  ended  ;  tor  we  mow'd  tlio  I'nr 

down, 

A»  the  hkllful  reaper  mow*  the  o'er  bunion  *d  fir!. 

groin; 
Dun  NuU*  did  w«  e*|Himi,  a.  M!  wo  chimed  Dun  I 

roji)ii, 
Aiul  r\  hout  of  other  Don*  did  wu  put  hi  ni<>, 

|>  .-.tin  ;  — 

Tl»7  w«'h«  whipt  hnforo  \v,«  know  if,  nu.l  n*  up  t», 
lici^htn  wo  Nprnn^, 

VVo  puvi«  thoin  Hiich  u  tihoiil  us  dlwIurhM  t!n<ir  MO!I<!  - 
Hut  muMuily  wo  hoanl  where  our  (li«tuut  \MU\^  rtl, 

And  we  know  that  th«  biittlo  wan  not  u  holly  <» 


iv, 

There  vero  piaing  ofChiiriilMisco,  when*,  with  t\v. 

thoiiHriml  mon, 
The  ^risnterit  Don  of  all,  with  hi»  log  thftt  «»|iml  t» 


iri  wtniiiiff  lor  our  army,  IJU  n  iigp|.  j,i  hi.  j,,tt| 
Hut  a  den  most  wisely  ehonen,  to  the  very  eyon 


Through  noltU  of  »laiulla^  cum,   nud   Ihruugh  dllrl,- 

Wbero  the  nun 
Had  been  wtandiiitf  rather  longer  than  was  Krat.-.- 

to  the  night,— 
Ami  uVr  ti'uolH  of    pe<tref;(it,  which  Htill  put  OUT  fret  , 

pnin, 

With  u  hobble  now,  and  now  a  rush,  we  hurried  » 
the  light. 


•23 
v. 

There  were  works   that   we    must   master,  where    the 

starry  ting  we  horo 
Had  a  late  to  h«  uplifted,  and  by  hands  that  should^ 

bo  ours  ; 
Wo  had  names  of  home  and  fathers,  dearl    historicd 


And  the  single  thought   sufficed   to  awaken  all  our 

powers. 
Did  they  stand  us  ?  could  they  stand  ?  when  with  blaz 

ing  bolt  and  brand, 
O'er  the  muzzle?  of  their  cannon  did  our  active  le 

gions  pour  ?— 
Soon  we  cross'd  their  wild  embrasures,  and  the  com 

bat,  hand  to  hand, 
Never  Don  or  Savage  yet  with  the  Saxon  could  en. 

dure  ! 

vi. 

We  were  into  'em,  and  over  'em,  and  through  'em,  with 

a  cry, 
That   sent  terror  to  their  souls  as  their   standard 

down  we  tore  ; 
Their  serpent  in  the  beak  of  our  eagie  soaring  high, 

Never  felt  in  bed  of  cactus  hah*  so  comfortless  before. 
It  had  done  you  good  to  see  what  a  scampering  they 

made, 
Helter  skelter,  o'er  the  plain,  while  each  Polka  as  he 

flew, 

As  if  better  taught  in  this,  than  in  any  other  trade, 
Made  the  figure,  with  his  coat  tail,  that  we  call  the 
"fauvc  qui  pent." 


THIS  DK.vril  OF  DDTLBH, 


N.Mi.'Hili  r.ml.l  h*v«  boon  mor«»  ilorlout  than  thftt  •  >!'  Bailor  .   •••• 
M<  kuutt,  tail  rt»mn  li»ui  uu  »»«;i4  at  ttic.  RlK'tnl  «i  'mi  «-,  ilni««   >« 

lulling  ftttho  hcadul'hli  Hfgliut'tU,  alrvuily  on  Ui  way  to  a  fl<  r 
tory. 


I, 

WHKN  JJullor  hoard  the  ni 

Tlial  uhow'd  tin-  tiuitlc  ni»ii, 

Tltntlgli  TooUlit  nil  lii  *  ciuii'lt   In     itiV, 

Hi*  spirit  nmuntcd  lti,"li; 
Il»'  buckled  on  IUM 

Ho  mounted  hin 
••llu  !"  buul  ho, 

Tin  hero  with  you  ut  IHM  ,!.'' 


ti. 

The  Bignal  run^  for  buttle, — 

Tlio  voiro  of'Sliioliln  nr«»iio,— . 
•Limit  moil  oftlai  Palmetto, 

Our  foernoii  round  us  close; 
Tho  common  lawn  ot'dun<;or, 

Would  touch  UH  now  to  fly, 
Htit  wo'vo  a  bailor  lossrui, 

To  break  through  thorn  ordielj' 


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in. 
**  We're  ready  now !"  cried  Butler, 

Our  men  arc  few  but  true  ; 
Upon  them,  Carolinians, 

We've  but  to  dare  and  do!' 
Then  rang  the  fearful  volley, 

Then  came  the  fearful  rush, 
Then  rose  the  shout  of  triumph, 

And  then  the  awful  hush ! 

.IV*     * 

He  falls, — the  steed  of  Butler — 

His  master  rose  again; — 
He  falls, — the  gallant  chief  himself, 

But  not  among  the  slain. 
Once  more  he  waves  his  banner, 

And  leads  his  column  on  ; 
Then  died,  upon  the  glorious  ground, 

His  people's  valor  won  t 


V.6 
THE  PALMETTO  FLAG  IN  BATTLE. 


i. 

Five  timee  that  flag  went  down  arnid  the  fight, 

As  often  fell  the  form  the  staff  who  bore  ; 
Stricken  with  a  mortal  hurt,  but  still  with  sight, 

Fix'd  ever  whero  its  folds  had  flown  before  ! — 
Five  tiinen  that  flag  row^  waving  to  tho  *Ky, 

Borne  up  by  bravest  hearts  that  could  not  fear, 
I  liiil.  above  the  foe,  triumphantly, 

Its  folds  went   free   to  the  delighted  air, 
And  the  deep  echoes  of  the  field  replied, 
To  the  faint  cheer  of  those,  who,  seeing,  died  ! 


II. 

Oh  !  banner,  thus  baptized  in  victory, — 

Rent  with  tho  storm  of  battle  ; — sacred  blood, 
Hath  made  thee  dear  to  our  posterity, 

With  others,  waved  on  mountain  and  on  flood  ; — 
Flag  of  the  Eutaw  ; — flugby  Moultrie  worn, 

By  ocean's  side  ; — by  Marion,  in  his  deep 
Umbrageous  realm  of  swamp  ; — by  Sum*cr  borne 

O'er  plain  and  mount,  whereever  wing  might  sweep, 
Or  the  sword  gather  harvest — thou  shait  fly, 
With  these,  proud  trophy,  long, — as  honored  and  as  high. 


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THE  WIDOW  OF  THE  WARRIOR. 


1  had  i»artirulnrly  in  mind,  while  writing  this  And  the  «<>nc  which  follows- 
tuo  young  t>rld<  of  Lt  Col. Dickinson.  I  knew  Dickinson  wrll  and  served 
with  him  lu  th«-  Legislature.  He  wa«  a  proud,  high  rpirltcd  gentleman,  of 
noble  anport  and  erect  form  ;  and  It  was  only  a  ahort  time  bo  fore  he  left  for 
Mexico,  thitthc  nec%me  the  husband  of  the  fair,  sweet  woman  who  deplore* 
Ills  lor;.  I  saw  them  toother,  while  he  wan  on  his  way  to  join  his  regi 
ment  at  Hamburg.  How  little  did  eh.\  how  little  did  any  of  us,  anticipate 
hta  fate.  How  could  the,  beholding  hi*  youth,  bis  strength,  his  manly 
beauty— regarding  him  through  the  medium  of  love  and  ho|«e — dream  of  a 
teniiination  to  abrupt  to  his  career. 


They  parted  in  tear*,  but  the  sorroM', 

That  spoke  in  that  tender  farewell, 
Was  tinged  with  a  hope  that  still  brightcn'd 

The  hues  of  each  drop  as  it  fell ; 
For  how  could  love  dream  of  such  meeting, 

Or  that  one  who  go  lately  was  blest, 
Should  lie  coldly  nor  speak  to  her  anguish. 

With  her  cheek  pressing,  pale,  on  hia  breast ! 

H. 

She  knew  not  one  image  of  sorrow, 

When,  at  the  first  summons  to  strife, 
She  saw  him  go  forth  in  his  beauty, 

The  model  of  manhood  and  life ; — 
Ah  !  little  the  confident  passion. 

That  worshipped  his  beauty  and  grace, 
Ever  dreamed  of  that  manhood  in  marble, 

That  coldly  receives  her  embrace. 


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in. 
She  clings  to  the  bier,  nor  will  listen — 

While  gazing  on  features  so  dear — 
To  the  counsel  that  chides  her  entreaty, 

To  tho  sense  that  can  never  more  heat ; 
Though  her  kindred  arou»d  her  arc  weeping, 

Her  love,  still  unwilling  to  part 
With  the  dear  one  again  in  her  keeping, 

Still  fancies  a  pulse  in  his  heart* 


"AND  WHAT,  WHEN  HIS  COUNTRY.' 


i. 

And  what,  when  his  country  is  loud  in  his  glory, 

And  the  song  of  the  minstrel  is  pour'd  in  his  praL-« 
When  the  chionicle  gives  up  its  page  to  his  story, 

And  eloquence  glows  with  his  deeds  into  blaze  ; — 
What  voice  of  the  heart  shall  enliven  her  sorrows, 

Who  sits  by  the  lonely  hearth  brooding  the  past, 
When  hope  had  its  tale  of  a  thousand  to-morrows, 

Each  happie>:  than  true  love  had  render'd  the  last. 


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n. 

Yes  pride  shall  bo  hers,  that  the  heart  whose  devotion 

Brought  love's  sweetest  solace  to  share  with  her  own, 
Had  a  courage  as  firm  in  the  battle's  commotion, 

And  a  life  which  she  shared  with  Ins  country  alone  ; 
She  will  glow  with  tho  voice  that  is  loud  in  his  honor, 

She  will  feel  that  its  praises  arc  dear  to  his  fame  ; 
And  the  country  whose  need  flung  these  sad  weeds  upon 
her, 

Shall  atone  by  the  tribute  it  brings  to  his  name  ! 


in. 

But  vainly  the  song  of  the  minstrel,  deploring, 

Shall  teach  that  forgetfulncss  needed  o'er  all  ; 
And  vainly  the  cry  of  our  eagle  up  soaring 

Shall  soothe  the  d  3ep  sorrows  that  keep  her  in  thrall  ; 
E'en  the  voice  that  repeats,  of  his  deeds  the  proud  story, 

Must  enliven  tho  griefs  it  can  never  remove  ; 
And  the  very  same  plaudit  that  rings  with  his  glory, 

Shall  teach  but  too  truly  his  loss  to  her  love ! 

c* 


YOUNG  WKITFIELD  BROOKS. 


Young  Brooks  of  the  EUltrlfch!  Coui|«ny,  nhon  dying  of  bin  u 
appoaleu  to  General  ShiHtU  lor  his  testimony  in  tnvur  »f  hi«  mn<!, 
it  might  be  convey eil  to  Ms  father  and    hi*   country.    Itwaattitt 
that  Shields  HIIS \vi-reil  thu  entreaty,  grieving  bittoly  that  a  youth 
not»l«  nhculd  be  cut  olf  ir  the  vory  hour  of  iu»  vktury. 


I. 

"  Tell  me,"  cried  the  youth  when  dying, 

Tell  mo  that  I  do  not  shame, 
That  dear  land  that  gave  me  being 

And  my  father's  honor'd  name  ; — 
Say,  my  General,  that,  in  falling, 

I  was  seeking  still  the  strife, 
Through  the  tempest  unappalling, 

For  their  honor  staking  life." 


K. 
Then  the  gallant  chiellain  weeping, 

O'er  the  dying  youth,  replied  : 
44  By  these  eyes  that  speak  my  sorrow, 

I  shall  speak  your  deeds  with  pride  ; 
With  the  bravest,  you  have  ever, 

Been  where  raged  the  battle  most ; 
In  jour  fate,  your  country  never 

Braver  heart  or  champion  lost." 


SI 

III. 
**  Ah  !  the  sting  from  death  is  taken  ;  '* 

Then  the  dying  youth  replied — 
"  Heart  of  youth  might  well  be  shaken, 

Dying  thus  in  strength  and  pride  ;— 
But,  in  death,  I  do  not  perish, 

With  this  sweet  assurance  won, 
That  my  sire  and  country  cherish, 

Proudest  memories  of  their  son  !  " 


OH !  STERN  WAS  THS  VOICE  OF  THAT 
ANGUISH. 


In  writing  this  littta  poem,  I  had  in  my  mind's  «•?<%  the  pnrtirn'nr  cases  of 
mv  old  nnd  excellent  frit-mis  Whittioid  Broods,  and  General  Cantey,  both 
loners  of  younjr  and  promieinr  *ons  :u  th"  bailie  field*  of  Mexico.  They  will 
n»t,  I  mn  iure,  refuiolhis  fnvblc  tribute  at  my  hand. 


Oh  !  stern  was  the  voice  of  that  anguish  that  bade  him, 

The  greyheaded  sire,  look  forth  for  his  son  ; 
And  welcome  the  form,  on  Ms  shield  where  they  laid 

him, 

For  whom  his  old  heart  had  itn  welcome  alone; 
Yet  no  voice  answered  fond  to  th1)  cry  of  that  feeling, 
The  pride  of  the  past,  and  its  dream  both  revealing, 
That  still  to  the  ear  of  the  dead  one  appealing, 

Declared,  in  the  triumph,  the  hope  that  was  gone ! 


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n. 

How  prouji  was  that  hope  in  the  hour  of  their  parting, 
When  the  young  hero  drew   the  sword  (lashing   lor 

fame ! 
No  doubt  in  his  soul,  that  the  tears  sudden  starting, 

Could  mingle  the  thought  of  that  moment  with  blame  ! 
Such  pride,  in  the  strength  of  his  manhood,  dispht)  ing, 
As  with  sword  and  with  sash  hid  fine  person  arraying 
His  young  soul  in  arm:*,  not  a  moment  delaying, 
To  rush  to  tho  battle  rield  seeking  a  name  ! 

lit. 
To  fears  of  the  foe  and  the  combat  a  stranger, 

His  race  hud  been  thus  from  their  earliest  hours, — 
Fearful  only  of  shame  arid  exulting  in  danger, 

As  the  mother  of  deeds  and  the  nurse  of  their  power?: 
Alas  !  but  too  fondly  the  conquest  pursuing, 
He  rusVd  uj>  the  heights   where  the   storm  cloud   \va» 

browing ; 
But  though  stricken  down  by  the  red  bolt  of  ruin, 

His  hand  waved  his  flug  o'er  the  enemy's  towers. 

IV. 

In  his  triumph  ho  fell,  in  a  strife  that  was  glorious, 
The  iirst  on  the  ramparts  where  conquest  was  won; 

He  knew,  ere  he  died,  that  his  flug  was  victorious, 
And  his  dying  shout  cheer'd  his  brave  followers  on; — 

And  his  old  sire  glows  with  the  glowing  narration, 

And  his  kindling  eye  gleams  with   the  praise  of  the  na 
tion, 

But,  with  night,  he  forgets  all  the   glorious  ovation, 
And  in  dreams  he  is  calling,  "my  Son  !  O  !  my  Son!" 


33 
HEAD  01-  THE  FORLORN  HOPE. 


...  mnrt»l«i1wtothPlnn<lnr  of*  Forlorn  'for*,  t'»«n  h«  rnf,* 

lv««  from  po-tr-flty,     Onltnnrllr.  hr>  |»orl«hp«».  It  Utn  (M  fill!  f  i»B- 

int  hi*  !•  .'r.llrMPd  U»  fntc,  thnt   hr»  »tnr.«U  forth  ^na  <>rt«m  Win- 

>ir« MrrMeM.  V»«t.  how  Mltiom  U  ho  romomWrc'i— hi*  nnmfl.  prrhnn*, 
•  ilrvrnflven,  nn<UII  tho  glory  for  which  he  hn«  tMlkmMf  yli-iard 
iiiiM>lfM  drMli,  forth*  Mfcty  «f  tlw  IMt,  morci-J  In  tho  tingle  Rrrat 
HIM-  Hint  roiniiinnitu  th«  army.  'I  IIB  v«r«'j*  whuh  nillu*  •!»  rmhrr 
ic«nl  t<i  d^Uru  H-hi»l  Im  dvMivei,  UIMH  hi  lw«low  Ui^iiH'Pd,  for  whkh  hl» 

.  -.  lli.li  «a-  nil.  ••  U    nin.l.'. 


|)o  not  forpftt,  whon  loud  the  cannon  pealing, 
IviullH  in  il.in^iTN  pitbl  itiiJ  viulurloM  w»m, 

How  forth  hn  uprnntf,  wh«»n  denth  around  wa«  dealing 
His  fuarful  shafts,  your  own  unhonorod  son  I— 

Tho  humblo  name,  the  undistinguished  «lationf 

rii"ii?«ln-tl,  unpluuitfd,  Jrclurti  tut  lu»|»e  orftti 
i)oath  might  S.MMUV  n  tnoincnU  approbation, 
Rut  whoro  the  laurels  lor  that  lowly  name  ? 


n. 


Yet,  with  the  single,  motive  of  a  spirit, 
To  whom  .ho  sight  of  danger  hath  its  charms,- 

With  active  impulse,  thoughtless  of  tho  merit, 
Ho  hears  with  joy  the  combat's  iterce  alarms; 

I  It- am  but  to  uituwor,  when,  »«•  •noriflcu'H, 

To  sock  an  J  bravo  tho  danger,  camo  tho  call 
For  the  adventurous  few,  to  make  the  crisis, 
And,  with  furlornett  hope,  to  dio  for  all  t 


94 

in. 
Ilonor'd  for  aye,  the  heart  so  well  devoted, 

Though  lou  !y  be  the  simple  name  he  bears ; 
Still  be  his  memory  in  our  annals  noted, 

Though  cypress  be  the  mournful  wreath  he  wears 
Dcalh  found  him  first  the  angry  torrent  heading, 

Careering  o'er  the  summits  of  the  (be, — 
Hopeless  himself,  the  way  for  others  leading, 

For  whom  the  column  soars,  the  laurel*  blow* 


THE  RETURN  OF  THE  PALMETTOS. 


i. 
WHERE  move  the  gay  Palmetto's, 

That  late  went  forth  in  pride, 
Glorious  in  strength  and  stature, 

Brave  goul'd  and  eagle  eyed  ? 
l*o  !_wi:n  and  few  returning, 

The  relics  of  that  band, 
That  bore  our  gay  green  banner, 

In  gladness  through  the  land!' 


n. 

How  nro  their  mighty  fallen. 

On  loA(c*t  plnco*  8Jn;n, 
AM  hearing  up  that  ensign  bright 

They  ne»-or  bear  ngaiu  ! 
They  won  their  crowns  of  laurol 

Thrice,  ilyed  in  bloody  rtrile, 
A  wreath  of  bloom  unliuling — 

Hut  paid  for  i(  with  lifi»  t 


Their  country *H  joy  IN  H]iadow*dv 

\n  they  who  won  tho  fiold, 
Hoar  nought  of  our  rojoicing, 

Kach  silont  on  his  §h!old  ; 
Al»ovo  tho  noino  of  shouting, 

I^o !  woman'*  wnil  in  hoard, 
Kach,  in  her  homo  of  mourning, 

Above  tho  form  prcfer'd. 


IV. 

The  wifo  of  Ken.haw  sorrows, 

The  widow  o'er  her  slain  ; 
And  maids  of  Edgefield  languish, 

For  youth  beloved  in  vain  ; 
While  Barn  well's  matron  bending 

Above  tho  cottage  loom 
Still  stains  tho  woof  with  weeping, 

Her  first  born'a  early  doom  f 


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THE  DIHGE  OF  THE  PALMETTO. 


Oh!  mournfully — O  !  very  mou.-nfully, 

Sound  the  returning  bugles  ; — we  have  won  ;— ~ 
But  in  the  shout  that  tells  our  victory. 

Ring*  the  sharp  death-shriek  of  each  gallant  son 
It  riaeH  o'er  the  tumuli  of  the  field,-— 

It  stays  the  shout  of  triumph  ; — we  deplore, 
That,  to  the  (ind  ot  Battles,  we  mu  *t  yield, 

The  brave,  who  to  the  light  shall  go  no  more  ! 
Mournfully  ntill,  O !  very  mournfully, 
The  clarion's  sudden  plaint,  the  bugles  faint  reply  ! 


They  were  among  our  noblent — with  the  fire 

Of  gt  neroiiH  youth  still  bounding  in  each  heart 
"We  Haw  them  hurry  forth  with  keen  desire, 

lluming  for  glory,  eager  to  depart ; 
They  bore  aloft  the  ensign  of  our  name, 

The  (lug  made  fumoiiN  by  o'lr  hirtu  of  yore, 
And,  a»  the)  vow'd,  they  frenhen'd  it  with  fame, 

Though  to  tbc  battle  they  shall  go  no  more  ! 
Mournfully  still, — O  !  very  mournfully, 
The  iiuisio  that  declares  their  death  in  victory  ! 


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WELCOME  TO  THE  VOLUNTEER 


Thi*  MIDI;  wan  originally  written,  at  the  request  of  th«  Washington 
lv?ht  Infantry, as  a  welcome  to  Capt.  Rinndin£of  the  Charf«m(nn  Compa 
ny.  I  hart  made  a  alight  variation  in  a  single  verse,  no  an  to  render  it« 
application  foneral  to  the  returnlni  officers  and  toldier*  of  the  Pal 
metto  Rririmn.t. 


I. 

A  welcome?  to  oi»r  brother, 

Home-returning  from  the  strife, 
He  hath  nobly  won  his  laurels, 

In  the  field?  that  peril'd  life  ; 
He  hath  sought  the  front  of  battle, 

He  hath  borne  him  as  became 
A  true  son  of  Carolina, 

Awl  our  people's  ancient  fame. 

CHORUS. 

Thrice  welcome  to  our  brother, 

With  a  shout  of  three  times  three — 

Hurrah,  hurrah,  hurrah,  hurrah,  hurrah  ! 
Hurrah,  hurrah,  hurrah,  hurrah  ! 


M 

ii. 

W«  have  welcomes  for  our  brother, 

From  thu  dopth  of  heart*  thiit  ft  ol, 
Thai  hi«  own,  in  p«  m  •>  or  conflict, 

Iluth  boon  over  true  an  »teol  f 
llv  hi «  truth  and  lovo  ho  won  UN, 

Till  we  gave  him  spear  and  shield, 
And  hi'  bring*  them  undixhonorM, 

With  now  trophies,  from  the  field. 

in. 
OVr  the  plains  of  t'hurubusco, 

We  behold  him  u«*  ho  goo», 
With  our  gullttiit  guy  I'ulmottoft, 

O'er  the  heudri  of  humbhul  foon  4 
At  Ch*puHepcc*i  grim  castle, 

At  ControriiM.  und  n«  well 
Through  the  throe*  ot  La  (inrita, 

When  the  Aztec  eity  fell  ! 

IN. 
Thruie  welcome  tc  our  brother, 

TluiM  in  jK-aco  and  buttle  tried  ; 
JHe  huth  crowiud  our  name  with  honor, 

And  we  npeak  his  name  with  pride  ; 
Though  iu  tteldh  of  foreign  diuigor, 

Through  loii|»  season-i  ho  iuuy  n-a»u, 
In  our  hearts,  no  more  u  etrun^er, 

lit)  olmll  still  Hud  "  \volcomo  homo  f  " 


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WELCOME  TO  THE  CHIEF. 


Thin  son*  wag  written  nt  the  time  when  General   Shields  was  about 
fceromc  the  guest  of  the  city  of  Charleston. 


K 

Open  your  pates,  gay  city,  with  a  clang 

Of  martial  gong  and  trumpet,  and  a  fire, 
Such  as  on  plains  of  Chunibusco  rang 

When  your  own  forward  sons  went  forth  in  ire  ;— 
Give  voices  to  your  hearts,  that,  when  he  hears, 

His  heart  shall  whisper— 'these  are  brethren  all, 
Of  those  who  followed  mo  with  bended  spears, 

When  Mexico  was  stooping  to  her  fall  ;•— 
When,  at  Chapultepcc,  we  crush'd  her  powers, 
And  stormM,  through  all  her  gates,  our  way  to  Aztec 
towers. 

n. 
Oh !  these  are  glorious  memories  which  are  best 

Treasur'd,  when  thus  ye  welcome  home  the  brave  ; 
Thus  keep  ye  shrined,  within  each  martial  breast, 

The  glory  of  f  he  gallant  sons  ye  gave  ; — 
So  honor  ye  the  children  of  your  care, 

Who  thus  go  forth  in  confidence  and  pride, 
Secure  that  love  shall  ever  deck  th-3  bier, 

Of  those  who  welcome  battle  AS  a  bride  ; — 
Nor,  in  the  mournful  tribute  o'er  their  graves, 
Forget  the  homage  due  that  welcomes  living  braves. 


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PALO  ALTO  AND  RKSACV  DK  LA  PALMV 


Till,  lyric  wM|,r*p.ro<i  forth,  fourth  of  Jul>"  C.Uhrtlloo  l»mr»lbt«ly 
mcctJin*  (hu  two  battle*  »!H>V«  iwnUuni'd. 


I. 

Now  while  our  cup«  arc  flowing 
With  memories  bom  to  bloom, 
And  filial  hand*  are  throwing 

Their  wreatha  o'er  valor'*  tomb  ;— 
While  Up*  exulting  whout  the  praino 

Of  hero™  of  the  pant  that  Htood, 
Triumphant,  'mid  old  Moultrio's  blaze, 

And  proiwl  in  Kutuw1*  lU'ld  of  blood;— 
ll«  not  forgot  tho  nulluiit  It  uiu, 

That  litla  our  imtn«  in  Mnxic  war,— 
On«'  cup  tor  Pulo-AUodmiu, 

cheer  for  Piiliiia  Hesuca  ! 


ii.* 

For  Taylor  —  "Rough  and  Heady," 

True  son  of  tniest  *iroH  ;  — 
For  May,  who,  swift  and  steady, 
Trod  down  La  Vogtt'n  firoa  ; 
Fi>r  all  who  in  that  day  of  Htrifo, 

Maintaiu'd  in  pride  the  ^tripes  and  stars 
Th^  dead,  who  won  immortal  life, 

And  they  who  iivo  for  other  war§  ; 
For  thone,  ^ho,  with  their  victory, 

New  wrjathH  to  grace  our  laurel  bring,— 
A  Wuhh  that  drjiir,»  tho  «<>blet  dry, 
k  cheer  that  makes  the  welkin  ring  ! 


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HI. 
Nor,  though  even  now  wo  falter, 

With  thoughts  of  thoso  who  died. 
And,  at  our  festive  altar, 

(Jrow  silent  in  our  pride, 
Yet  in  the  heart's  most  holy  deep, 

Fond  memory  shrines  the  happy  brave, 
Who  in  the  arms  of  battle  sleep 

By  Palo's  wood  and  Bravo's  wave  f 
Nor  in  our  future  deeds  torgot, 

Shall  silent  thought  forbear  to  bring, 
Her  tribute  to  that  sacred  spot, 

Where  Kinggold's  gallant  soul  took  wing. 


IV. 

Fill  to  our  country's  glory, 

Where'er  her  flag  is  borne  ; 
Nor,  in  her  failing  story. 

Let  future  ages  mourn  ; 
Nor  lot  the  envious  foreign  foe, 

Rejoice  that  faction  checks  her  speed, 
Arrests  he-.-  in  the  indignant  blow, 

And  saddens  o'er  the  avenging  deed ! 
Fill  high,  though  from  the  chrystal  wave, 

Your  cup,  and  from  the  grape  be  mine  : 
The  marriage  rites,  that  link  the  brave 

To  fame,  will  turn  each  draught  to  wine. 


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THE  CAPTIVE  TEXIAN. 


Thi*  trifle  U  little  more  thr.n  a  PH'«H>>-  anon  "  Tim  C.tptlve  Knigut  "  i.> 
MM.  If  email!'.  The  mimic  of  the  on«  will  unit  the  other  piece,  and  the 
IUCA!  interest  which  attaches  to  ««r  sung,  will  probably  commend  U  to  tin- 
reader'*  preference. 


1. 

Tis  the  trumpet's  glorious  strain  f 
They  wind  in  pride  'neath  the  Mexic  tow'r, 
That  northern  host,  in  its  pomp  and  pow'r. 

With  an  army's  banner'd  train  ; 
Sound  again,  clarion  !  clarion  wild  and  ahrill,- 
Sound !  let  the  captive  hear  thy  music  still ! 

n. 

I  live  in  thy  lofty  note  ! 
I  had  dtem'cl  my  brethren's  lances  gone, 
The  pomp  of  war,  and  the  martial  tone, 

And  plumes  to  the  winds  that  float ; — 
Sound  again,  clarion  !  clarion  wild  and  shrill, 
Sound  !  let  the  captive  hear  thy  music  still ! 

in. 

And  here,  in  my  heavy  chain, 
I  had  wept  as  I  saw  them  sweeping  by  ; 
I  deem'd  they  had  left  me  here  to  die, 

Afar  from  the  battle  plain  ; — 
Sound  again,  clarion  !  clarion  wild  and  shrill, 
Sound !  let  the  captive  hear  thy  inuft     still ! 


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IV. 

They  rise  on  my  sight  once  more — 
Like  the  rush  of  wind* when  the  billows  dash, 
The  brave  steeds  hurry,  the  bright  swords  clash. 

And  they  seek  my  prison  door ! 
Sound  again(  clarion  !  clarion  wild  and  shrill, 
.Sound  !  let  the  captive  hear  thy  music  still. 


They  have  cnish'd  the  Mcxic  train — 
They've  broken  the  captive's  bonds  at  length, 
His  limbs  are  free,  and  he  feels  his  strength, 

-    And  leaps  to  his  steed  again  ! 
Sound  again,  clarion !  proudly  pour  thy  blast ; 
Sound  !  for  the  Texian  Chief  is  free  at  last ! 


THE  GALLANT  BARQUE. 


Our  country  is  a  gallant  barque, 

And  gallant  seamen  man  her  ; 
The  Eagle's  spirit  makes  her  flight, 

The  Eagle's  wing  her  banner  ; 
Where  Heaven  unfolds  its  boundless  blue, 

Where  winds  and  wavoa  can  bear  her, 
Her  voice  in  thunder  speaks  to  realms, 

That  bating,  still  must  fear  her  ! 


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n. 
From  thirty  Empires  link'd  in  oue, 

3he  takes  her  strength  and  glory, 
And  makes  a  progress  'neath  the  sun, 

Mo.-t  like  a  a unlike  story  ; 
In  peace  she  grasps  the  strength  of  war, 

In  war,  her  passion  ever, 
Is  still  to  javo  f:v:rt  foes  who  fain, 

Would  peace  and  freedom  sever. 

HI. 

Thus,  with  the  giant's  might  endow'd, 

No  giant  will  degrades  her ; 
Ot  strength  and  wisdom  justly  proud, 

No  injured  rep  1m  upbraids  her  ; 
She  heeds  no  mock  of  fo.  s  who  hate, 

Hut  steers  with  progress  steady  ; 
For  those  who  hail  with  cheers— elate,— 

For  those  with  curses — ready. 

IV. 

Oh  !  gallant  barque,  if  ever  thus, 

Thy  path  in  right  pursuing, 
No  hostile  hate  can  rear  the  rock, 

Or  wave,  to  work  thy  ruin  ; 
The  seas  shall  own  thy  progress  wide, 

The  realms  of  earth  thy  glory, 
And,  with  his  daily  march  of  pride, 

The  nun  shall  write  thy  story. 


14  DAY  USE 

REimN  TO  DESK  FROM  WHICH  BORROWED 

LOAN  DEPT. 


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